Chapter 290: Evil

"What's so unbelievable about this? Even though they are all burial objects, they are all extremely valuable. No wonder they dared to do such a heinous thing."

"No matter how precious it is, it was stolen, and stolen from a deceased person. How shameless."

"That's right. Scholar Ji was such a famous figure in his lifetime. Minister Zeng's family actually dug up his grave. I wonder what his descendants would do if they knew about it."

"They dug up your ancestral graves, what do you think of you?"

"And the Prime Minister of Liang State is a famous minister in history books. Isn't the Zeng family afraid of being infamous for eternity?"

Everyone was talking about it, looking down on him. Minister Zeng was glared at by so many officials that he broke out in a sweat.

Even the Left Prime Minister's party did not dare to speak up for him at this moment, for fear of getting into trouble and being insulted.

Xiao Tu looked at the Minister of Rites, who was sweating profusely, and tapped his cheek with her fingertips and said slowly, "Minister Zeng hasn't answered my question yet?"

Minister Zeng looked up at her, resentment hidden in his eyes. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Perhaps our ancestors were also deceived, that's why..."

Before he could finish his words, the surrounding discussions started again.

"Does anyone believe this? How could someone buy it and keep it until now without knowing what it is?"

"Well said. You know what it is, but you still buy it with ulterior motives."

"It seems like Minister Zeng's ancestors suddenly became wealthy. Could it be that this aristocratic family made their fortune by reselling the belongings of the dead from tombs?"

Minister Zeng was immediately furious when he heard this and shouted, "Nonsense! How could our Zeng family be like this? Stop making up stories!"

Xiao Tu said at this moment, "Why is Minister Zeng so angry? Has he been hit in a sore spot?"

Minister Zeng immediately denied it, "I am not in a hurry."

"You're already jumping up and down, and you still say you're not anxious?"

"It's you," Minister Zeng's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Xiao Tu viciously, "It's all you who did it, it's all you..."

"Zeng Yan," the left prime minister suddenly shouted, then took a step forward, and the look he gave Xiao Tu was no longer angry, but full of fear.

Minister Zeng was right before, this Xiao family is indeed very evil.

Otherwise, why would she be able to talk about the family affairs of her wife and daughter, the privacy of the Grand Tutor, and the things about Lord Zeng's ancestors, which were all top secrets that were absolutely sealed?

At this moment, if the Left Prime Minister doesn't notice anything unusual, all his time as Prime Minister will have been in vain.

He opened his mouth and said, "Madam Xiao, Master Zeng is not feeling well now, so I will take him away first."

Xiao Tu looked at him, her red lips smiling leisurely, "Lord Zuo Xiang, why are you so anxious? The matter of Minister Zeng hasn't been clarified yet~"

The Left Prime Minister's eyes were sharp. "Madam Xiao, even if Minister Zeng's ancestors did something bad, it was their fault, not Lord Zeng's."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Tu lowered her eyes and curled her lips, "You are wrong, Left Prime Minister. Just now, Minister Zeng was righteously saying that he wanted to carry on the aspirations of our ancestors."

"That was just a casual remark."

"That's not just a casual remark. Look back at the black jade ring on Minister Zeng's hand."

The left prime minister frowned and turned around, but before he could look at the ring, he saw the face of Minister Zeng, who was so frightened that he looked pale.

The Left Prime Minister's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned and said, "Minister Zeng has suddenly fallen ill. This Prime Minister..."

Xiao Tu seemed not to hear and waved his hand, "Come here, help the left minister take down the next one."

The guards stepped forward immediately, but Minister Zeng covered his fingers in fear.

But he was just a civil servant, no match for the guards, and his hands were pried open and the hand was forcibly taken away.